Necro - The Chosen Few lyrics

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Necro - The Chosen Few lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] I seen visions from beyond the grave Tyrants on thrones made of arms and legs I'm in a Benz powered by the hearts of men We the chosen few, we swim among the sharks again We the murderers in your crib with a shotgun to your head Ski-mask on, Mexican wrestler steez, lucha libre Goons and creeps squeeze off Uzis and AK's We maintain, we play the game Raising the stakes, raised by a nation of snakes Fascinated with hate Sub harmonic, politicking, guns, and chronic p**y and tonic, vodkanomics Orgies with Playboy models accomplished Moshpits in front of ten thousand kids We're the most brolic, we subsonic, ultramagnetic You get your f**ing head split Like Necro said, I need d**, f*ggot, we negative We're number one with hollow tip bullets and bangers Leave you looking like Bud Dwyer in front of the cameras [Verse 2: Necro] In the previous chapters of my life I was mischievous Running with gun clappers, packing knifes and meat cleavers Doing devious sh** you'd see on CBS News at night Guess what? I'm still on that Brooklyn b.s I'm into the exciting aspects of blasting Tecs And fighting for respect, f** getting my a** kicked I'm slashing your neck before entering a casket I'm cashing a cheque for a million, I'm a demented ba*tard The inventor of d**h rap sh** With the incentive to blend hip hop and metal riffs Connecting with legends, mergers, and acquisitions That make k**ings like murders and apparitions Disaster funk my gats get crunk We're k**ing rats, I'll leave you like Billy Bats in the trunk We're on the other end of the spectrum I recommend you rock this sh** Till your nose bleeds from deviated septum [Verse 3: Mr. Hyde] Brain-splattered butchery, we're blood bath and bile We stomping through your hood with guns blasting wild SMG's, nobody's f**ing with me The slug-chucker release, you'd better duck near a tree Hold heat like summer time, bullets from my gun'll fly Torture you in intervals, it takes a corpse to mummify Shove my blade in your waste, I'm as dangerous as AIDS It's amazing how my 12 gauge splits open your face Get yourself a better vest, got Berettas and Tecs That'll have both of your arms crossed like the letter X Kid your j**elry's lusted so you're brutally busted f**ing shooting a musket cause it's cool to be dusted Beautifully rusted box cutters'll catch ya All over your chest just to spill out your ketchup Your heart's missing blood cause I sipped it with straws Take a clip out of my Taurus then I'm licking it off Your whole view might distort when you spew pints and quarts If you don't find the gores, it's true life is short Known to blaze you with slugs and f**ing break a few jugs There ain't no telling what my cranium is capable of I'll probably pull and bust 8, do double bullets up-state Come back and have your f**ing wifey, full of duct tape Train f**ed and raped, p**y dripping like papaya juice Cut up her face, all homicide is justifiable